Journey in another city

Posted by Yuka as Hot Cities

When the door by me is heavily locked,i know the nail of the New Year has fallen off my hands…

No matter what i am over the spring Festival,now all is on its own way.Because of parents’ work and my home-work,we have got to set off early in another city to the one of our own.

It is not alike my hometown which is a small town which has a real night when dark covers the whole—-people here are always having manners to shine themselves in the darkness.
And streets here is for ever ,just like the life here,is always on a go.As with the traffic lights,that never stops the-ir changing,seem to seek a strict rule.However,someone will disobey.

The happiness owing to thinking free has rare effect on me now—-but i can still more or less feel relax—-in this sense,dark is a good guy.

Our car is heading without even a break,all adults are talking their own topics,which means my cutting in is no-t suitable.So i turn aside to think sth—-however,the Spring Festival gave me too much emotion—-instead,what i n-eed is calmness.

What to think?In such a city without nights,quiet thoughts is easily destroyed by the heat here—-rather than stop.

Naturally turning my head aside,and seeing the things outside the windows which is outta my mind whether it i-s fit to be called scenery.

City is like this,appears simple but the other way around in fact.
As with people,two who seem close may wanna the other die,or two who don’t know each other become best friends.Life is always changing,so i hope i have enough power to face up to and enjoy this art.

Everyone has a single city in the heart,and a city with so many everyones become a citys.
So do i.My city is consists of hard work and designed by drean.

When we are out of the city,i wave to what is behind me and smile to what is ahead of me—a dark
. The other side of the dark is,my dream….